You almost entered the room
Your glance, truly you quite caught me
Earlier; and not for the first time
You asked: did I need some space
This word, then
This collection of words
A soliloquy, a pleasance
A submission to somewhere unknown
Walks alone, in only our own passages
Tunnels; churchyards and shipbuilder’s sheds
Here is where you have sent me
You simply handed over the key
I opened the door, this time without fear
The old hinges, the cold steel
I feel no more their reign
Faint their memory, now fairly fading
You
You almost enter the room
I turn
I know now, I turned away too soon
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